One night I had a wonderous dream

one set of footprints there were seen

The footprints of the Goddess they were

but mine were not along the shore

But then some stranger prints appeared

and I asked her:"What have we here?

These prints are large and round and neat

but much too big to be from feet."

"My child," she said in somber tones,

"for miles I carried you alone.

I challenged you to walk in faith

but you refused and made me wait.

"You would not learn, you would not grow,

the walk of faith you would not know.

So I got tired. I got fed up.

And there I dropped you on your butt.

"Because in life there comes a time

when one must fight and one must climb.

When one must rise and take a stand

or leave their buttprints in the sand."